MINE TO CLAIM
Rohan Marquez.
Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up so fast her head spun. “What do you want?”
“We need to leave for Velmora in thirty minutes. I’m outside your building.”
Camilia blinked, wondering if she was still dreaming. “You’re what now?”
“Outside your building. Black Benz, license plate ending in 956. I tried calling earlier, but your phone went straight to voicemail.”
She stumbled to her bedroom window, pushing aside the curtains to peer down at the street below. Sure enough, there he was. Leaning against a sleek black car like he owned the entire block, wearing what looked like another perfectly tailored suit despite the ungodly hour.
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